The Birth of Things

The rain
drop splash puddle
on sun wet brick
is where
we find pulse.

The grey wash sky
blesses fingers
curled around
a coffee cup.

This is the space
where we
are all poets.

Silence bleeds
around each cactus needle.

The moment
before
Word.

Korey Wallace studied English and Creative Writing at Briar Cliff University; divides time between solitary walks in the desert, coffee induced poetry, and cultural criticism.

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If it can be written about, I want to attempt it. If it can be done, I want to do it.